Memory Ridge

by

Sunnyone

I’ve told myself there’s nothing I can do,
to change the past_
I just keep pushing forward,
searching for some peace, at last_
Mistakes were made so long ago,
but I was young and didn’t know_
They took away the right I had, to choose_
And left my heart with nothin’ but the blues_

It’s just water under the bridge,
so I told my aching heart_
Sometimes the flood gates open wide,
when I let the teardrops start_
I’m left here standing all alone,
high and dry on Memory Ridge_
Staring down at a flood of teardrops,
flowing underneath the bridge_

The past is past_
What’s gone and done, I’d like to keep that way_
But still, I find myself with extra words,
I need to say_
So, if it’s thought my words are lies,
a closer look shows no disguise_
The truth is shining bright on Memory Ridge_
And dancing off that water ‘neath the bridge_

It’s just water under the bridge,
flowing fast, and flowing free_
Every drop within that raging flood,
comes from the heart of me_
I’ll let it go, then walk away from pain,
on Memory Ridge_
That’s the only way to stop the water,
underneath the bridge_
I think I’ll spread my wings and fly,
right off of Memory Ridge_

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